DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [168]

"Shawn.." I whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared. I really think we shouldn't do this.."

He sucks his bottom lip, looked at me closely in the eyes, sweat like dewdrops are beginning to form on his forehead.

"Okay.." he nods along with a sigh, "I'm sorry.."

"Hey.." I smile a little, put my hands on his forehead and wiped off the sweat, going down his cheeks and neck. Then wiped my hands on my pajama.

He gets off of me and sat on the edge of the couch poorly. Legs wide open, arms resting on his knees. For a minute, he's quiet, then turns his head and looked at me with a glimmering smile, "My back and chest's sweating too, mind if you.. wipe them up with your hands?"

I sit down, legs crossed together on the couch, dragged my butt closer to him. I tapped his shoulder, "Demanding much?" I joked.

"Mmmm.. slight. It's just that it feels so good when you touch my body."

I chuckle as I shake my head slowly. From his back, I tuck my hands around his chest, patting and lightly rubbing off the smallest sweat.

"Y'know what, I actually feel pain in that part."

"Here?"

"Y—Yes.. uuughh.."

I press my palms and fingers harder, I can seriously feel all the muscles and some of his bones.

"How's it feels?"

"Hot. It feels hot."

"Shawn!"

"I'm joking. It feels amazing."

I continuously massage them, even feeling his nipples bumping my fingers repeatedly.

"Aaahh.. yeah, right there.." he moans, "May.. w—wait.. careful, that—that tickles!"

I run my hands and squeezing his chest is like a fluffy but firm type of cake. Wait. What am I saying? This actually make me looks like I'm playing someone's boobs!

"I think you're all good. You just—"

He grabs my hands before I could even remove it from his chest. He clipped it in between his armpits, warm and hairy, then, he holds and caress them for a moment. Eventually, he dragged it to his lips and planted smooth kisses.

The bouncy texture of his lips, the wetness and the breath that comes along as he passionately smooch the palm and back of my hands.

"You know May.. ever since we faked that relationship back in college and I held your hand for the first time, I didn't want to let go. Your hands are the smoothest hands I've held. You're a hardworking student, daughter, girlfriend.. you took care of me, made me pancakes every time I want to." He giggles, "Ahhh.. those days.. made me wonder how you kept these hands.." he looks down at my hands, puts it back to his lips and gave it a long kiss as he sniffs in, "..smooth."

"I don't know too.." I laugh, "Why are you being SO romantic? Is that what drinking too much does to you?"

"Not really. I just missed you so much. Damn, I didn't know we could come to this.." He puts my hands away, turns around completely and with a frowning face, "Sorry for how aggressive I was a while ago.."